|Text:||Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte|
1 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
to his feet your tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
who like me, his praise should sing?
Praise the everlasting King.
2 Praise him for his grace and favor
to our fathers in distress;
praise him, still the same forever,
slow to chide and swift to bless.
Glorious in his faithfulness.
3 Father-like, he tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame he knows;
in his hands he gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Widely as his mercy goes.
4 Frail as summer's flow'r we flourish,
blows the wind and it is gone;
but while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise the High Eternal One.
5 Angels, help us to adore him;
you behold him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before him,
dwellers all in time and space.
Praise with us the God of grace.
|First Line:||Praise, my soul, the King of heaven|
|Title:||Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte (1834; mod.)|
|Topic:||God: His Love and Grace; God: Faithfulness of; God: Fatherhood of(1 more...)|
|Composer:||Mark Andrews (1930)|
|Copyright:||Tune © 1930, G. Schirmer, Inc.|
|Notes:||Now Public Domain|